In the epic novel Jerusalem, Alan Moore channels both the ecstatic visions of Wi
lliam Blake and the theoretical physics of Albert Einstein through the hardscrab
ble streets and alleys of his hometown of Northampton, UK. In the half a square
mile of decay and demolition that was England s Saxon capital, eternity is loite
ring between the firetrap housing projects. Embedded in the grubby amber of the
district s narrative among its saints, kings, prostitutes, and derelicts, a diff
erent kind of human time is happening, a soiled simultaneity that does not diffe
rentiate between the petrol-colored puddles and the fractured dreams of those wh
o navigate them.
